Compounded (Poem 8 for April)

20130825-170404.jpgCompounded

She penknifed the backseat
of the Buick roadmaster
for every fibbermeister, who,
poring beer and mewling
semen, had cupboarded her
there, his no-neck bulk
necktying
her down;
the upholstery popcorned
beneath the slim
chokeheld blade
like hookworm turned
to foam;
if a seat could apologize, this vinyl
would be on
both knees,
but it had
no knees.

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This is very much of a draft, my number 8 poem for April National Poets month, for the wonderful Kerry O’Connor’s prompt on Real Toads to write a poem using some compound words. 

The drawing is mine, recycled and not quite right for this, but I think I have to recycle drawings this month!  Note that I am trying to return comments, but if I miss you, let me know. 

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17 Comments on “Compounded (Poem 8 for April)”


  1. I’m chuckling. Nice

  2. Kerry O'Connor Says:

    I love the gritty feel of this poem, from the penknifed backseat to that devious little hookworm, but especially admire how you used cupboard as a verb. What a great poem.

  3. hedgewitch Says:

    Surreal, uncomfortable and infinitely creative in the wordplay here, k.

  4. elleceef Says:

    I can feel her anger, to the last word. Very creative use of today’s prompt.

  5. Sanaa Rizvi Says:

    the upholstery popcorned
    beneath the slim
    chokeheld blade
    like hookworm turned
    to foam

    Wow! Such power and depth here 😀

  6. Marian Says:

    Yikes, dark. I want to cheer her knifing on!

  7. Mama Zen Says:

    This is really creative!


  8. Fabulous.. . though there are cases I wish the penknife could be used on pricks…


  9. necktying her down…. gritty and REAL! Creative combinations and I think this poem speaks to a lot of young (and old) people. I HATE plastic seats… so remember them.

  10. whimsygizmo Says:

    Whew. This took me by the throat.
    Chilling:
    “his no-neck bulk
    necktying
    her down”

    A raw take on the prompt that stood right up and slapped me. Great work, here.


  11. I love your first line, so sharp and of the moment… Then again, the imagery throughout the poem is extremely clear and real… so much so, that by the end, I’m feeling sorry for the knee-less vinyl.

  12. Snakypoet (Rosemary Nissen-Wade) Says:

    A dramatic story already! Would love to see where this might go.


  13. I guess that is one way to purge. Perhaps the seat will welcome a seating makeover.

  14. M Says:

    a quiet brutality here ~

  15. othermary Says:

    This creats a vivid, disturbing scene. I’m not sure if she has been raped or just used.

  16. CC Champagne Says:

    Glad to see I wasn’t the only one who reacted to the choke-holding blade bit. Strong words, strong piece. Need to go hug my dog now (that’s meant as a compliment)!


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